There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor boy
And me, oh lord, I'm one
If I had a listen to what my mama said
I woldn't be in this fix today
But being so young and foolish, oh God
I let a rambler lead me astray
Go tell my youngest brother
Not to do as I have done
But do shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Well the longest train that I ever saw
Was on that seabord line
The engine come down at six o'clock
And the cab come down at nine
Lord, I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
Yes I'm going back to spend my life
Benieth the Rising Sun
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